This is a song about "Wine producer"

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

You burnett's while i'm a fine wine.

Sip some wine, while i combine a kind of gourmet delight

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Drunk in love,grab a chair drinking wine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

She prefer the dutty wine

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Looked back in time, saw all the pain next to mommas wine

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine